I stood at the edge of Glacier Grey in Torres del Paine, Patagonia, Chile, awed, my heart pounding from sheer beauty, tear streaks on my cheeks. The immensity, the greatness of the landscape was overbearing. I felt rooted, ancient, an adventurer, then modern and awkward, like a victim of an ah-hah moment, in which everyone knew the answer but me. I breathed in the sharp icy air. My feet pulsed. My soul stilled, humbled by insignificance.
Cool. A sound reason for my adventure and restlessness. Great genes to have passed on to my kids, right? I am sure this is parenting payback time.